"Fire, When I looked around I saw the entire room was engulfed in bright flames"
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For her dreams are no more just an illusion. They were trying to tell something. She is going to find what that story with help of Jeongguk. When destiny cross th...
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“That to love is To destroy ”
Author's POV
40 years ago
Those days were the happiest days for them. Love changed their perspective about every single day, even the silliest action accrue meanings for Taehyung because of one name, Seara.
Corridors that share secret glances and smiles, corners that share mischievous kisses, that's how Bangtan becomes their little heaven.
"Taehyung ! Taehyung! Kim Taehyung!!" He wakes up from his day dreaming from his classmate's constant yelling.
"What is it?" He asks half interested and half of his mind wandering around her.
"Mrs Seara is asking for you,"
Speak of the devil. He ran through the corridor happily. He couldn't wait to see his love of life but little did he know he was jumping straight in the trap of someone.
A kiss on her cheek turned her around from the table. “Taehyung!”
"Did you call me dear?”
“Dear? Oh why Taehyung you sound like an old man”
“I will become a better man for you” he imitated a gruff voice. Taehyung made her laugh again,
He gave his piece of his heart to her and gave her hope. For them, It's okay to be fools in love. Their conversations lasted hours, yet they couldn't get enough from listening to each other.
Taehyung holds his lover close to his chest, forgetting he had left another pair of intruding eyes inside.
Jimin leaned against the cool wall of the teacher's office, his heart pounding in his chest. The evening lights flickered, casting a harsh glow on the empty hallway. He had come to Bangtan, but now he was paralyzed by the scene unfolding before him.
His heart raced as he peered through the crack between the door and the wall. His mind tangled in thoughts. But what he witnessed from his hidden perch shattered all semblance of normalcy.
Through the half-open door, he could see his wife, Seara, laughing softly, her hair cascading over her shoulders as she leaned into Taehyung. He was one of the brightest students in their school—charming, talented, and utterly unaware of the storm he had stirred. Jimin's breath quickened as the realisation settled heavily in his gut.
It had been a rough few months for their marriage. The long hours she spent at the school had increasingly edged into their home life, and he felt her slipping away, even if he had tried to catch her. But now, watching her smile at Taehyung with that familiar glint of affection that was once reserved for him, fury ignited a fire within him.
Jimin's grip tightened around the edge of the doorframe, the rough paint digging into his palm. He wanted to step forward, confront them, and demand an explanation, but his body felt rooted to the spot. It was an unbearable sight.
